He knew Connor would turn to dust but it was still something he hadn't gotten used to over the years of fighting Strigoi and leaving their bodies behind after a kill. He stood frozen in place except to look down and see small specs of the dust in the dirty snow under his feet. That was all there was left of his friend. There was no body to bury under the tree back at the prison. There was nothing left except for the dagger that had fallen to the ground.
Lingering in this spot was foolish. He didn't know how much attention they'd attracted but he did know that Connor's family would be out for blood once they realized what had happened to him.
Picking up the dagger, Dimitri wiped it clean and tucked it into his duster pocket. There were other weapons back at the prison that Connor had used often, but he didn't want to leave this one left behind either. He didn't pause long enough to understand why but instead started back off at a run towards the prison. Not the inn because that was where he would end up, but he needed to help the others get packed so they could leave. This wasn't how he used to see himself leaving Everett, but it was his only option now because he wasn't looking to start a war.
Dimitri Belikov had just killed his best friend and he hated himself for still wondering what it would have been like for him as a vampire again. Now he would never know.